Wednesday, is usually my grocery shopping day.  I usually reward myself with sushi, for my hard work at the grocery store.  You see I don't just shop.  I take time to stop and help older people.  I had some lady in a motorized scooter drop her ad about three times.  After, the third time she told me to just leave it on the ground.  Yes, my good deed was done.

I was bummed when I arrived at the sushi counter to see only California Rolls.  I asked the Sushi guy to make me a crunchy roll.  He started speaking in his native tongue.  What is a girl to do, but smile and nod her head.  Thankfully he was making my crunchy roll and my smile not only got me extra crunchy things, but extra ginger.

Sushi guy, this entry is dedicated to you.  You made my day with the extra yummy goodness that comes along with the crunchy roll.  So, I will see you next week, same time, same place.  

PS. I have to burn calories in my yoga class before I visit.  

I'm lucky that I get to get away on occasion with my girlfriends.  When I come home I never know what I'm going to find.  I'm the anal Mom, that has to have everything in order and scheduled to the minute.  If my schedule is off you will find me with Medusa hair, and horns growing out of my skull. Patience is something that I lack, in a big way.

So, I come home late and I'm too tired to care and crash.  I get up with the normal morning chaos, of showering and getting the girls ready for school. My first gift I discover in my downstairs bathroom.  Slobbery, vampire teeth that look like they have been chewed and spit out, just laying on my sink. Did my kids discover that the taste of vampire teeth are disgusting?  Is this a news flash?  Remember those plastic teeth that people use to eat?  Gag me with a spoon.  I would like to proudly let you know I wasn't one of those gross kids.

After my discovery in the bathroom I make my way to the great room.  I start wondering if my kids dropped chocolate on the floor.  I bend down to pick it up and discover Sophie the Chihuahua has left some nuggets.  I thought I was going to hurl.  My cleanliness compulsion kicking in over load.  I didn't find one nugget, but 3.  How did my husband  not notice that our tan carpet had nuggets on it.  Really?

I really did not appreciate the small gifts left for me.  Except the one from my daughter which was three Halloween sized pieces of Whoppers, with a card telling me how cute I am, all wrapped neatly in a old Nesquick container.  Now that is love.
  

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Many years ago when I went to see Carlos Mencia live, he went into a discussion about Obama.  It has stuck with me all these years that he has been in office, and frankly when I look at him I can't help but chuckle.  Carlos, commented about how Obama looks just like Curious George.  Yes, I'm giggling again as I type this.

My husband is really into politics, so I end up watching most of the debates.  The last one I watched, I just had enough.  There was so much hatred between the two I just started picturing a boxing match in my head and how it would turn out.  I pictured Obama having the suave boxing moves, but Romney being a dirty fighter and pulling out the street fighting moves.  Yes, in my mind, I see him being a Mike Tyson, and biting off the Curious George's ears, and coming out victorious.  

Yes, that is what the next match shall be, even though it will all be in my head.  It makes a girl happy.

Keira came home with a first grade science project.  Since, I handle a large majority of the homework with the kids, I leave the 2D, and 3D projects for my husband.  Her assignment was to develop and explain an invented animal, and two physical adaptations that the animal uses to survive in the environment.

I usually work the weekends, so I advised Matt to start the project while I was working.  I came home to find this below.  My Keira just oozes the cuteness even in her homework.  Her animal she came up with (all on her own), is a rainbow unicorn.  The rainbow unicorn lives in the forest.  Unicorns use their horn to fight other animals.  Also, the bright rainbow colors, make other animals want to be friends with them.  How cute is that? 
 All, I could think about is how creative my little sweet munchkin is.  When Matt and I were alone, I had to ask what was that thing under the unicorn.  He said that the rainbow unicorn pooped out a baby.  I was rolling laughing.  How adorable! 

So, every women, (girl at heart) dreams of walking down the street and having hair that is swishy and flows beautifully.  My hair has always been naturally wavy.  It took until my early 20's to realize this.  Yes, as a teenager I had a spiral perm making my hair the height of those crazy bee-hives.  Then when straight hair became the fad, and never seemed to have left, it was all out war on the hair.  I don't think I ever realized that my hair could be wavy.  My hair as a child was always cut short, because I don't think my parents wanted to deal with it.  After, I had my hair chemically straightened for like the third time (it was a miracle all of my hair didn't fall out forever), did it ding in my brain that maybe I had wavy hair.

I was finally over the war with my hair.  I was just going to be a wash and go girl.  Of course, even that gets boring after awhile.  So, maybe once every few weeks I would dig the old reliable chi out and straighten my locks.  My ends were looking fried, so I asked my stylist, who claims my locks were still healthy but dry, what to do.  She said it's all about the styling products.  I hop on Google to find out just where I can get the most hydrating shampoos.  I found two, which I will advertise in this link.  The first one is Pureology, it had the highest rating and the most customer satisfaction, but it wasn't in the budget for someone like me to pay that much unless it's a pure miracle. Pureology Nanoworks Anti-Aging Shampoo And Conditioner (Google Affiliate Ad).   I opted for something more affordable, for someone like me who only works part-time, and went with the Biolage Hydrating Shampoo.  My locks are feeling much healthier, and you can get huge bottles at Sam's Club, for a reasonable price.

Anyways, back to the Pantene Swishy hair.  Most women know how long it takes to get the perfect blow out.  So, I went out and bought a new hair dryer, and a new brush, and was determined to get this on my own.  I read that old blow dryers loose performance ability over the years, so I tossed my blow dryer that probably was 10 plus years old.  I brushed, I sweated, I probably even burned a few calories.  DING, DING, I finally had a decent blow out that I did by myself.  A hair stylist had told me a wonderful secret.  If you want your blow out to last the next day (and actually look better then the first day), flip your hair upside down and put it in a pony tail on top of your head.  When you wake in the morning you will have perfect Pantene swishy hair.  I felt like a Victoria Secret model with  swishy, perfect volume hair.

My oldest daughter advised me that my youngest was being bullied today.  So, automatically the Mama roars.  You don't mess with the baby cubs.  So, I asked what happened and Faith proceeded to tell me.  Keira refused to discuss the situation because A. she was embarrassed, or B., she didn't want to get the kid in trouble.  She started hysterically crying, and refused to tell me his name.

I emailed her teacher immediately.  If everyone would take a few minutes to speak to their children, I think we can start nipping bullying in the bud.  Our children do not deserve to go into any environment that feels unsafe, or causes stress, and anxiety.  If we hear any stories from our children, I feel they need to be reported immediately.  If children learn they cannot get away with these acts they are less likely to repeat them. 
 
I'm calling all Mom's to help nip this in the bud.  If you see a kid being picked on, open your mouth and use it.  If you hear about something going on, report it.  You never know who you will save, or lead on to a better path.  

Awhile, ago I caught my youngest daughter eating something, and her head was under the covers.  I also, hear chewing.  I told myself, that it cannot be.  What kid could ever do something so gross.  Certainly, not one of mine.  Yes, she was feasting on a booger.  I automatically go into Mommy mode to explain how boogers cause worms to grow in your stomach.  Yes, I know it's a lie, but this act of feasting on boogers needs to stop stat.  Gross is not the word.  She just smiles acting like who cares about the worms.  I then proceed to ask her why she does this.  She tells me it tastes like HOTDOGS.  Yes, hotdogs.  I explained to her how we have hotdogs downstairs, and I can go make her one, so she didn't have to deal with worms in her stomach.  

So, last night I catch her blowing her nose on a tissue.  I tell her how proud I am that she made the decision to use a Kleenex instead.  She smiles, her cute innocent little smile and then shows me her pinky finger.  "Mom, did you know if you use your pinky finger to pick your nose that there is a second hole up there by your eye to pick?"  Hmm, how to I respond to that one with a straight face.  All I could manage to say is really.

So, I guess the Feast of Boogers continues, until someone catches her and she actually gets embarrassed about it.

So, Keira comes home with this math sheet filled with boxes and random numbers.  Do, I want to be the crazy Mom, that calls the teacher to say, "Duh, I don't know how to do this."  Seriously, we are talking first grade math, not rocket science.  I graduated from college with pretty darn close to a 4.o, and I can't figure out a math sheet.  What is the world coming to when there is no longer simple adding and subtraction?

Matt A.K.A, math genius (my husband), didn't get it.  Finally, I was like Keira do you know how to do this?  She started whipping out lines, and filling out boxes.  A light must have went off in Matt's math genius mind.  He understood the first grade math, we could now pass first grade.  What a relief!

So, we received her homework packet on Monday.  It is now Thursday, and this comes home today.  I guess we weren't the only ones failing first grade.

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  So, I know there are Moms out there that will not let the kids out of the house mismatched.  Yes, I was once one of them.   If you have little ones that don't care how you dress them yet, take full advantage of it.  Get all of the lace, bows, tulle, skirts, and dresses, fully out of your system.  Because, the day will come, that they will have a style of their own.  

My 9 year old daughter, Faith went through a phase where she wanted to dress only like Billy the Exterminator, yes, I will say it again, Billy the Exterminator.  She wanted the spikes, her hair dyed black, and all black clothing.  I advised her that she couldn't get away with the spikes at school, because it could possibly harm someone.  So, she compromised, with Splat washable hair dye, and some black jeans.  It kills me that I cannot get that kid to wear a dress, but I've come to the conclusion, she is who she is.  If she wants to wear all black clothing who cares?  Even thought Mom dies a little inside, I don't want my kid to be forced into someone that she is not.  So, when she marches down the stairs, everyday wearing spandex, (yes the Billy Exterminator is now over), I now just smile and go on.  

My youngest, is the little Ms. Matched style queen.  One summer she made boots and skirts popular before that was even in.  She loves the frills, and jewelry layered to the point of being obnoxious.   She is her own Joan Rivers in a 6 year old body.  It doesn't matter if it's mismatched she ALWAYS manages to make it look good.  It never surprises me when I see blue socks, pink shirt, paired with a pink tutu.  She can get away with it, with a quick toss of her blond curly hair, and big blue eyes.

So, what I'm saying is what does it really matter?  Yes, it may drive the OCD parents bonkers.  Yes, I will admit I'm a bit OCD.  Don't you have days where you wish you could be Little Ms. Mismatched and get away with it?  I sure do!  Our kids are much cuter then we are, (just in my opinion), so let them express themselves.  Who knows, one day they might end up working at Vogue.